Lexluthors Girlfriend Jimmy Olsen 02

Lex Luthor's Girlfriend, Jimmy Olsen

Groomed to be a Slut!

by Mistress Tawny Suede

Chapter 2 - Shopping

Jimmy was a bit late getting to work the next morning. He groggily walked into the Daily Planet offices, coffee cup in hand. The office was bustling with activity. His desk was out in a large open area, near the private offices which were along the south wall. He was positioned not far from Lois Lane's office. Clark Kent was out of town on assignment but Jimmy figured Lois was in her office, considering the raised voices he could hear from inside.

A few minutes later, a cloud of smoke erupted from her office as the door opened. Perry White, cigar in hand, turned back to say a final word to Lois Lane. As he walked off, Lois stepped into the doorway, pulling on her cigarette, the end glowing a fiery red and then she exhaled a long stream of smoke. Jimmy knew that the city wide ban on smoking in offices was about to start next month. He didn't know how either of those two would survive without their tobacco.

He had always considered smoking to be a disgusting habit. But after watching how sexily Felicity Basbombe smoked, he had begun to revise his ideas. He had always had a bit of a crush on Lois Lane. Now, watching her hustling around her office, cigarette in hand and mouth, he could feel his cock rising in his panties.

Yes, in his panties. The panties had felt so good on him last night, that he had washed them out this morning and had put them on instead of his normal underwear. They felt just as good today. He had to resist grabbing his crotch and caressing his cock.

"Jimmy, you're with me. Let's go!" Lois called out to him as she hurried past his desk. Obviously Perry had given her a new assignment, or she was following up some hot lead she had developed on her own.

The day was spent scurrying about the city, sometime by cab, sometimes on foot. As one point Lois turned to Jimmy and smiled at him. "Hot date last night?" she asked.

"What? No.. Why?" Jimmy was confused. How did Lois know?

Lois tapped at her own neck and then pointed at his. "That's a nice hickey you have there. She must have been quite aggressive. And, " she paused to pull out a tissue, "you didn't quite get all of her lipstick off of your mouth!" she said as she wiped at the corner of his mouth.

"Either you were kissing a girl, or you were wearing lipstick yourself!" she smirked. "That might not be a bad look for you!" she grinned.

"Lois!" Jimmy was stunned by her observation.

"Just saying, Jimmy." Lois said, lighting up a cigarette as they got out of their latest cab. "You're never going to be a man's man. Too short, too slightly built. But you are cute! You might attract a nice man if you were to try!" Then she grinned so he knew she was joking with him. Wasn't she?

When they returned to the office at the end of the day, Clark Kent was back in the office, whatever mysterious story he had been covering apparently concluded. Lois led him by the hand into her private office, but before they got all the way in, Jimmy saw her pull Clark to her tightly, and give him a long sensuous kiss. Just before her door closed, he saw her grab Clark's groin and he think he heard her say "God, I've missed this!"

It was finally the end of the day. He was tired, and he had an hour walk ahead of him. But as he exited the Daily Planet building, he and several other people looked around as a car horn beep beep beeped. At the curb, clearly marked no parking and no stopping, was a bright read convertible sports car of a very expensive brand. And behind the wheel was Felicity Bascombe, waving at him!

As he walked to the car, Mr. Bascombe stepped out and over to him. She enveloped him in her arms and gave him a deep kiss sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. He tasted the tobacco on her breath and it was not quite so distasteful anymore. He also tasted her lipstick, and inhaled her intoxicating perfume.

"Oh you sweet girl!" She said to him. "I am so excited. Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" he said. She led him to the passenger door and held it open for him. He slid onto the seat and she closed the door.

When she got into the driver seat, she lit another cigarette and pulled away from the curve. A smooth acceleration from a very powerful engine. "Shopping of course! I told you last night when you were leaving!"

"I.... I guess I forgot. Shopping?"

"Yes, silly. When Lex's driver ruined your clothes, he left me a thousand dollars to help you buy a new outfit and asked me to ensure you bought some appropriate clothing. So that is what we are going to do!"

"But my clothes are clean. Nothing was damaged. And my clothes certainly don't cost anywhere near that much!" Jimmy stammered.

"Well then, we get to have some fun with that money. And I know just what you need to buy. You can't return the money. Lex would be so angry, and you do not want to make Lex Luthor mad, do you?

"Uh... no.. no. Okay. I guess I could use a new jacket, and some shoes, and some shirts and pants." Jimmy started to recall what was already in his closet and dresser.

"Oh, no! You sweet girl. This is going to be so much more fun than that!!" she laughed. As she drove, one hand rested on Jimmy's thigh and then her fingers walked over and stroked his cock. Jimmy quivered, but did his best to maintain his composure. She was still interested in him sexually. The previous night had not been just a one-night stand.

They parked in the lot of an expensive downtown department store. She led him by the hand to the escalator and they went up two levels and got off. Jimmy tried to tug her back to the moving stairway. "Menswear is up another floor" he told her. "I've been through here before."

"No, we're in the right place!" she held his hand tighter and led him through the women's department until they reached the lingerie section. He was puzzled as she rummaged through various racks and bins and finally had a pile of panties and bras and slips. "That should do for a start!" she said.

"I don't understand!" said Jimmy, puzzled.

"Oh sweetie. You said you didn't need any more clothes, so I thought it would be fun to buy you some girl things. You looked so lovely last night. Good enough to eat, and boy did you eat me!" she laughed. "I'll clear out a couple of drawers and some rack space in the closet, and you can keep all your nice girl clothing at my place."

"But, but I don't want to dress up like a girl." Jimmy protested.

"You do want to spend time with me, don't you?" the woman looked at him a bit sternly. "You know I want to see a lot more of you!"

"Yes, yes, of course!" Jimmy almost begged.

"Well I told you that I like either big brawny men, or sweet little girls. And you are not ever ever going to be big and brawny. So you get to be my little girl! See?"

Jimmy nodded slowly. So strange. But maybe... maybe if no one else saw him, if it was just Mrs. Bascombe, it would be all right. Maybe.

Then she looked at him a bit more seriously. "Oh, and you're not going to just dress up like a girl. You are going to be a girl. For me. You do want to please me, don't you?" she kissed him again. They were out of public view, so she grabbed both of his ass cheeks and pulled him tightly to her. She bent his head back and kissed him hard and she put her hand down his pants and grabbed his cock and he almost came.

"Oh yes," he said meekly. "Anything you want!"

"That's my sweetie!" After making the purchases, she told the store attendant to have the packages sent to the central packaging area where she would pick them up later. She did however hold back a couple of items. She then led Jimmy to the cosmetics area. After looking around a bit, she had Jimmy sit on a stool and one of the cosmeticians looked at his face from several angles and then began putting some makeup on him.

"Why?" Jimmy started to ask.

"We're going to go look at skirts and blouses and dresses for you. They'll look much better in the mirror if you are a bit more girlie!" Jimmy was then surprised as his ear lobes were numbed and a piercing gun was used to put two holes in each lobe and then tiny studs were inserted in each hole. He had had no time to protest, but then, he was not sure if he would have. Anything Mrs. Bascombe wanted, he thought.

Jimmy was embarrassed as they walked from the makeup chair over to the young miss section of the store. Both men and women stared at the person dressed in men's clothing with makeup and lipstick on his face. Jimmy tried to hide behind racks of clothes as they walked, but Mrs. Bascombe took his hand and he had to trail behind her, in full view.

It was even more humiliating as they went through the racks, with the woman pulling out blouses and dresses, to hold up against Jimmy's chest to see how a particular piece might look on him. Finally she had several outfits that she wanted him to try on. She led him back to the change rooms and chose the largest stall. She went into the stall with him and told him to remove all of his clothing.

"All of it?" his voice cracked. She nodded sternly.

As he disrobed, from the packages she had retained, she took out a bra and some panties. She handed these to Jimmy to put on, but then smirked and drew back the panties when she saw that he was already wearing the panties from the night before. She smiled and told him he could leave those on.

As he awkwardly tried to get the bra on, from a bag she had brought with her, she removed some breast forms. Not large, but enough to fill the bra cups and give his upper torso some shape.

She then told him which skirt and blouse to try on. She led him out of the stall into the common area of the store where there was a full length mirror. She had him pose one way and then another. But she was frustrated. She told him to wait there and headed off into the store. Jimmy stood there for five minutes, convinced that every eye in the store was watching him and wanting to shrink down to minuscule size. He was so embarrassed. A boy in skirt and blouse and makeup. On display for everyone.

Finally Mrs. Bascombe returned, with a pair of two inch heels. She had judged his foot size almost perfectly. The shoes only pinched a bit, but then he was to learn that women's shoes almost always pinched. Now she was satisfied with Jimmy's appearance as she had him try on several dresses and skirts and blouses. Several times she asked him which ones he liked and whether he preferred one colour or another. At first Jimmy demurred and would not state a preference, but then he realized that the more he participated the sooner they would get out of the store. Soon he was talking about how much prettier he looked in one outfit or another.

As he was taking off the last of the outfits, he asked where they were going when they were done. When she told him they would be going back to her house, he asked if he could just wear the last blouse and skirt that they had agreed to buy. He thought to himself that he would be less embarrassed walking out of the store and to the car if people thought he was a girl rather than a geeky guy wearing makeup.

Smiling, Felicity Bascombe agreed.

After he changed and came out of the dressing room, Jimmy admired himself in a nearby mirror as Mrs. Bascombe paid for all of their purchases in that section of the store. He had to admit that he looked cute. From a distance no one would know he was not a girl. Up close it would be obvious he was a boy, wouldn't it? He turned this way and that, primping, and he knew he might just pass. And then he tried walking in the two inch heels and almost stumbled. Several people looked his way as he cried out. A couple of younger girls giggled. They knew. They knew he was a boy. He wanted to curl up and die. But Mrs. Bascombe just took his hand and led him away.

"Of course everyone knows you are a boy." she told him. "Being a young lady isn't just about appearances. You have to also walk like a lady, carry yourself like a lady. You have to BE a lady. Don't worry, you'll learn!" she smiled.

On their way to the package area, they stopped in the jewellery section and Felicity picked out several inexpensive bracelets, several pairs of earrings a couple of inexpensive purses for Jimmy. Finally they were done. She told the delivery department her address and what time to deliver items in the next few hours. Before they left though, she rummaged through and picked out several items which she put in a separate bag and told him these were for him to take home with him.

They were finally in her car and driving away. She lit a cigarette and tut tutted when she discovered it was the last in her package. They pulled over near a convenience store and she handed Jimmy some cash, telling him to go inside and buy her a pack of cigarettes. He walked awkwardly into the store on his heels. He had to wait five minutes in line behind two other customers who were buying lottery tickets and taking their time about it. While he waited, several men looked him up and down and gave him broad smiles. He tried to look away from their leers. He was thankful when he finally escaped the store.

Jimmy was disappointed when the red convertible pulled up in front of his apartment building. "I thought..." he started.

"You thought we might be going back to my house for a bit of sexual fun?" Mrs. Bacombe smiled at him. "I'd love to sweetie," she said. "But I have a date tonight!"

Jimmy pouted. But he let himself be pulled closer to her so that she could give him a long deep kiss. She forced her tongue into his mouth and she reached over with her hand and teased his cock under the fabric of the skirt and panties.

"I have needs, honey." she told him. "Tonight I have a date with a very large man who is going to buy me dinner then take me back to my place and fuck me with his long hard hot cock! He is going to give me three orgasms and a pussy full of thick cum!"

Jimmy blushed at the description. "You are a lovely sweet girl. And you will get even better at eating my pussy for me. And sometimes, I will ride your little dickie to a nice mild orgasm. But you are never going to be a real man. Tonight I need a real man! One day soon you will understand." she told him, giving him a tender kiss and squeezing his cock one more time.

Jimmy did not understand what she meant by her last comment.

"When am I going to..." Jimmy stammered.

"See me again?" she finished for him. Jimmy was embarrassed that the woman knew his obvious thoughts. "We'll have to see. It will depend on how you progress with what you have there." By which she meant the bag of clothes and other items that she had separated out at the department store for him to take to his apartment. Feminine things. "I will call you to see how you are progressing in your practise. When I think you are ready, we'll have a bit of fun again!" And then she drove off.

He had another bag as well. Of his boy clothing. Oh my god, he suddenly realized. He was dressed as a girl and he had to go into his own apartment building and walk up to the third floor and hope no one saw him, because he would just die of embarrassment if anyone saw him dressed like this.

First he had to rummage through his boy clothes to find the keys to the building and his apartment. He decided not to stop and check for mail. Walking up stairs in his heels was difficult. But he managed by holding the hand rail. He only encountered one person on the stairs, thankfully, but why did it have to be Jane, the teenage girl from the floor above him. She instantly recognized him and walked past smirking and laughing under her breath.

Finally he got to his apartment. To safety.